[center][color=red][h1][u][b]The Morning After...[/b][/u][/h1][/color][img]https://33.media.tumblr.com/055d4953779b2df9bc1275be9b4d820a/tumblr_n02ry0K2sq1s5tcalo1_500.gif[/img]
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[color=red][b]Where:[/b] Jack's Apartment - 'Cool Beanz'[/color]
[color=red][b]Who:[/b] Nobody[/color]
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Breakfast was sunflower seeds in Greek yogurt, a spoonful of raspberry jam through it to add a splash of colour and flavour. In Jack's cheap ceramic bowl is seemed so studen that Jack had to laugh at himself, it was still better he had eaten at home. In the darkness of his room with curtains drawn, Jack was the king of his own castle. Sliding into his sheets one limb at a time, Jack nestled amongst the warmth and practically purred in the contentedness. Swirling his food around he lifted up his food, looking into the yogurt he could see the party. The blaring music, the dancing, the fight, and her. He hadn't stopped thinking about her since had gotten home, nor had he stopped when he had fallen asleep. She was a breath of fresh air in what had threatened to be a stale evening. Then, much to Jack's self-chastising, he remembered he was looking at food and pressed the cold metal spoon into his mouth. It tasted sharp, cutting through the heady memories and bringing him back to the present. It was the weekend, he had a shift later that night, but for now he had the day to himself. As he did most days. Not that he minded for the most part, it gave him a chance to write.

What he would write, he was not sure, the finished product was still fluid in his mind and he needed a chaos as well as a solitude to let his creative juices flowing. Clambering back out of bed he alternated between spoonfuls of bliss, and packing a bag to go out, as well as dressing himself appropriately for public. A baggy t-shirt and pajama bottoms made way for light blue skinny jeans and a red plaid shirt, before he grabbed the one thing that brought him down to the level of those basic white girls, his Uggs. When he had scooped the last dollop of white goodness into the maw of his gullet, Jack collected his laptop, over-ear headphones and a chunky book in case he needed a break. Packed away into a rough looking leather messenger bag that had been with him since his first day of middle school. Throwing the strap on his shoulder, he grabbed his keys and wallet from the bowel they inevitably made their bed for the nights Jack was at his humble abode. Taking the stairs down, he had always hated lifts, two at a time he stepped out into weather almost as sharp as the breakfast that had been washed away from his pallette by his mint toothpaste. 

In a second, Jack wished he had brought a jacket out with him, and his clutched his arms a little to stop the hairs from rising in goosebumps. Before long, the cold deadened his nerve endings to the cold and he was able to walk along at a more normal saunter. The walk to the nearby coffee place was simple 'Cool Beanz' whilst a little tacky and not at all high brow, was quirky in it's own way, making every customer feel special and always having a spot by a mains socket free for Jack to park himself by. His usual order, green tea, arrived in a large steaming mug. The sizes normally stopped at medium but this had been his haunt from the moment he had gotten off the plane, for a few extra bucks they were happy to use what was practically a soup bowl. Lifting his laptop out of his bag, he slid headphones over his ears and plugged them in at the side, the system was already booted up and it took a few moments to load up the appropriate software and programmes. Before long Jack was skimming through sound files and testing a mixture of audio effects. The song, from the night before, needed tuning to the needs he had, it was going to be a long day of editing. The smooth taste of tea would keep him strong.